Fire Me Up (41 page)

His eyes, green and deep and so treacherous it made my heart
bleed to look at them, asked the question he wouldn't allow past his lips.

"Lusus naturae," I answered. "If another wyvera challenges
for me and wins, I cease to be your mate."

For the second time in my life I walked away from Drake, away
from everything he was, and everything we could have been together.

This time, however, I left my heart behind.

The e-mail was waiting for me when I staggered into the tiny
apartment I shared with Jim. Beth, my friend who was also Uncle Damian's
secretary, had printed it out and left it on the cans of dog food that sat on
the table in the kitchenette, where, driven by Jim's demands for food the second
it got home, I would be sure to see it.

I
have a three-room flat in London
near Green Park,the e-mail read, "if you have no other commitments, I would
consider it the greatest honor if you would consent to being my apprentice. I
believe there is much we can teach each other."

The e-mail was signed Nora Charles.